Saddle Up
Gabriel's trumpet blasts the morn'
Saddle up, you led to the leather born
Your graves will yield their sleepin' prey
This is the dawnin' of the judgement day
Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up
The list is long, you'll hear their names
Billy the Kid, and old Jessie James
Johnny Ringo, Curly Bill
They're all asleep beneath the Sunbooth Hill
Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up
Rise up your faithful ponies wait
Saddle up and ride through the golden gates
The judge will call you one by one
And nary a man is gonna hold a gun
Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up
Yeah, he's callin' those he knows should ride
Just as they lived and just as they died
Some are doomed by the judge's word
To the ghostly riders and the devil's herd
Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up
Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up
The list is long and you all know
Wild Bill Hickok, Geronimo
Sittin' Bull and ol' Sam Bass
Who now through judgements holds his pass
So hear those trumpets lose your fear
Although you've slept for these 80 years
But you never really ever died
So saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up
And ride (ride)
Saddle up!
Saddle Up
A trombeta de Gabriel toca pela manhã '
Prepare-se, você levou ao couro nascido
Seus túmulos vão render sua presa adormecida
Este é o amanhecer do dia do julgamento
Selar, selar, selar, selar
A lista é longa, você ouvirá seus nomes
Billy the Kid e a velha Jessie James
Johnny Ringo, Curly Bill
Eles estão todos dormindo sob a Sunbooth Hill
Selar, selar, selar, selar
Levantem seus fiéis pôneis, esperem
Monte a sela e atravesse os portões dourados
O juiz vai te chamar um por um
E nenhum homem vai segurar uma arma
Selar, selar, selar, selar
Sim, ele está chamando aqueles que ele sabe que deveriam montar
Assim como eles viveram e morreram
Alguns estão condenados pela palavra do juiz
Para os cavaleiros fantasmagóricos e a manada do diabo
Selar, selar, selar, selar
Selar, selar, selar, selar
A lista é longa e todos vocês sabem
Wild Bill Hickok, Geronimo
Sittin 'Bull e o velho Sam Bass
Quem agora por meio de julgamentos tem seu passe
Então ouça essas trombetas, perca o medo
Embora você tenha dormido por esses 80 anos
Mas você nunca realmente morreu
Então monte a sela, sela, sela, sela, sela
E andar (andar)
Prepare-se!